poetry friday

A Kitten
by Eleanor Farjeon

He’s nothing much but fur
And two round eyes of blue,
He has a giant purr
And a midget mew.
He darts and pats the air,
He starts and cocks his ear,
When there is nothing there
For him to see and hear.
He runs around in rings,
But why we cannot tell;
With sideways leaps he springs
At things invisible —
Then half-way through the leap
His startled eyeballs close,
And he drops off to sleep
With one paw on his nose.